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They All Taste the Same	By : pomerann Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Author's Chapter Notes:

An apology to all the vampire purists: cold doesn't do it for me. So in this world, vampires have a pulse, sweat, breathe and are a toasty 98.6.

Chapter 7 - Alternate ending

Hermione lay on top of Draco, silently watching the bruises on his wrists disappear as she delicately released her hold on him. Similarly, the claw marks all over his body healed and closed. A last quivering tremor ran through her from their animalistic struggle for dominance. She had dug her fingers into the earth, into his back, into his buttocks, into his hair as he mercilessly thrust into her, forcing shrieks of ecstasy from her mouth.

Now all was calm and quiet, a stark contrast to the frenzied mayhem of a few moments ago. She was lying on top of him, her head resting on his chest. His breaths came in and out slowly, deeply, and she rose and fell with the cadence of his breathing. He was still inside her, but starting to soften until he finally slipped out along with his seed.

Slowly, the events of the night returned to her. She remembered why he had attacked her in the first place, and felt ashamed. She waited for him to say something, but he continued to gently hold her. Finally, she broke the silence.

“You were… you were right, and I’m sorry, Draco. For judging you, for calling you a murd—”

His fingers encased the back of her skull, tenderly. “Shh. It’s okay. I was never angry at you.”

It was that simple, and she loved him for it.

He stroked her spine with the tips of his fingers, making her shiver whenever he would reach a ticklish spot. However, the bliss was short-lived, and the horror of what she had done came back to her.

God! What she had done to Harry and Ron! What they had seen! A feeling of dread sat in the pit of her stomach as she wondered what they must think of her now. Reality came crashing down around her and she was only now beginning to understand the implications. Life was truly different. There were too many things that would change and she had taken them for granted. Tears formed in her eyes.

She propped herself up on her elbows and said with a trembling voice, “Draco, I’m… I’m a monster.”

He put an arm behind his head and studied her thoughtfully, contemplating what to say next.

After a pause, he said, “Yes, you are.” She bit her lip and stifled a sob. He reached up and tenderly wiped away the lone tear making its way down her cheek.

In a voice much softer, he continued, “And so am I.”

She looked at him again, studying the caring expression on his face, searching his eyes that shone and glittered in the moonlight. He rested his hand on her upper arm and gave it a quick squeeze.

“The sooner you accept what you are, the easier this existence will be for you. Next time, we’ll silver ourselves right away.” His voice sounded more positive than she felt. “That actually worked much better than I thought it would.”

She looked down at Draco and furrowed her brow. “Why didn’t you have trouble controlling yourself tonight, like you did around me?”

“Firstly, I fed. From a human.” She rolled off of him and sat on the ground, reluctantly accepting the truth in what he was telling her. She hugged herself, and hiccupped a sob, finally crying in earnest. She wouldn’t be able to be around anyone anymore. Not her family, not her friends-

“Hermione,” Draco said softly, interrupting her thoughts, “I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to hear it, but animals aren’t enough. And secondly,” he traced her spine again with his fingers and she shivered, “you’re different. I’ve always wanted you.”

“But I don’t,” she sniffed, “I don’t want Harry and Ron like that. I don’t want…”

Draco smiled; his ego couldn’t help itself.

“You’re pulled more to a male’s blood than a female’s. To a young person’s than an old person’s. Although…” his eyes darkened, “the thought of you taking a female…” Her head snapped around to look at him and he smiled wolfishly up at her.

Her voice lowered. “Will it always be this way?”

Draco’s eyes travelled over her face, and his smile fell. “Yes.”

She released a trembling sigh, afraid she would start to cry again. Draco lifted his hand to stroke her jaw and said, “You’ll get better at controlling it, but only in the sense that you’ll begin to understand yourself. The danger tonight was that you underestimated your hunger. You didn’t think you would hurt them.” His hand fell limply to the ground. “That’s what I kept telling myself when you were brought to me. I should have known better.”

“But Slughorn had a vampire at that Christmas party,” she protested weakly.

Draco turned onto his side to face her. “How old was he?”

She looked down at the grass between her toes, dejected, as she knew what the answer must be. “I don’t know,” she answered softly.

“Two to three hundred years. I’ve looked it up. That’s when we’ll develop enough control to be around humans without much danger, in the best-case scenario. We might even be able to feed off of them without killing them. In the meantime, I guess we can rely on silver to some extent.” His smirk returned. “And I thought that I had trouble controlling myself.”

She raised an eyebrow and gave him a side glance. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”

“You were fucking hot.”

She sighed and looked up at the night, mourning the loss of her friendship to Harry and Ron, the loss of her family. She wasn’t going to kill someone just so that she could be around them. And she wouldn’t make Draco do it either. Her tears trickled down, landing in soft plops on the skin of her thighs and rolling down to the grass.

Draco’s fingers went up and down the skin of her back, her rear, her thighs and arms, wherever he could reach. But she stayed still, listening to the crickets all around them. They sat in silence for a while, when she realized that something else had been nagging at her.

“Draco?” she asked, wiping away the last of her tears.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t you think it’s… unnatural? Having all this power?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s almost absurd; there’s nothing to balance it. Imagine if someone like Voldemort were to become a vampire. What could we do?”

He was silent for a few moments before continuing, “I thought about that. I think that’s why we’ve never heard of wizard vampires, and just assume that they lose their magic. Who knows? They might have propagated that myth themselves.”

Hermione looked at him and said with a voice still husky from crying, “They’re too powerful, and they know it, so they stay hidden. They don’t want anyone to know.”

Draco seemed to be formulating another thought. “I also think that people would try and hunt them down from fear alone.”

“Wouldn’t it be incredibly difficult to find and kill one?”

“Yeeeeees…” he said slowly, “and no. A simple sunlight projection and it’s over. A first year could do it.”

“But we move so fast, we’d see it coming long before it happened.”

“If we could get away, and if it was night. What if someone found where you were resting during the day?”

“I guess you’d have to change your resting spot often.”

He looked up at the moon. “Or go somewhere nobody else can.”

She looked up at the rocky sphere glowing brightly in the night. They would be alone from now on. Like the moon. Isolated. She chuckled mirthlessly and replied, “Muggles have been there.”

Draco didn’t answer for a few seconds, and then said, “You’re yanking my wand.”

“I yanked your wand yesterday.”

He barked a laugh and said, “And you yank very well.”

She smiled ruefully, still feeling despondent. “It was the Americans. They landed on the moon in 1969.”

The pause was longer this time while Draco digested the information, and then he cleared his throat. “There’s a lot they don’t tell us.”

“There is,” she answered, her voice lilting slightly. “But… you have forever to learn it.”

Draco chuckled and then asked rhetorically, “Who wants to live forever?”*

Hermione turned to him, astonished. “But… think of all the places we could go!” She started to feel excitement creeping along the edges of her sadness as she thought of the potential that vampirism gave her, and continued, “All of the knowledge out there! All the… All the things we could do! We could watch the world grow and… and change! And evolve!”

Without missing a beat, he said, “And then what?”

She opened her mouth to reply, but had none. He had already contemplated his immortality. She had only begun to realize the impact of hers. “Do you think you would get bored of existing?”

He snaked his arm around her waist and drew her down to him again. “Not if I was with you.”

She allowed herself to be pulled down and snuggled into him. “So you’d off yourself if you were alone?”

“After a time. It’s not really… much of a life without the people you love. And I already miss the sunrise.”

She chewed on her lip, thinking. Draco had already lost everyone that he loved. Without her, he was truly alone.

“I guess you do have a point. After some time, you’d want to move on.” But she couldn’t imagine herself ever getting to a stage where she would be tired of learning and exploring. To her, the world was infinite, and she wasn’t even limited to earth. Who knew what she could do with her immortality? The possibilities were endless.

They lay in silence for a while longer.

Draco’s voice caught in his throat. “Do you… regret your decision?”

Hermione stroked his chest, and lifted her head to look him in the eyes. He was worried. “Draco, with the two of us, the Order will be able to win this war within the week. The power we have… we can do just about anything!”

He was lazily caressing the skin of her posterior. “But we can’t control ourselves, you won’t be able to be with your friends like before, and you’re avoiding my question.” His serious tone contrasted with the almost apathetic designs his fingers were making on her backside.

Hermione exhaled, her breath of air ruffling his fringe. She tried to keep her voice even, afraid that thoughts of Harry and Ron would make her cry again. “I misjudged what it would mean to be a vampire. I didn’t take your warnings seriously enough.” His hand crept up to her hair and threaded into her curls. She felt him apply a slight pressure, guiding her head down so that she lay in the crook of his shoulder. She nestled into him and sighed.

“But it had to be done. It had to…” She had made the right decision, hadn’t she? It was worth it. They were going to win. Of course it was the right decision. It was…

His fingers started to rub her scalp, lightly massaging it. Her eyes closed. Her heart ached, and she felt slightly hollow inside. However, knowing that Draco was here with her trying to soothe that ache allowed her to relax against him. She felt something that wasn’t quite contentment, but it was pretty close.

“And now I have you,” she whispered.

His body tensed and she saw his mouth form a wicked smile as his hand crept towards her juncture. “You can have me again.”

His fingers teased her lightly and she gasped and squirmed and writhed against him until she felt herself getting wet.

“Yes, I guess there are certain advantages to being…uuuh!” Desire made her skin hot and her fangs extend.

Draco propped himself up on his side to watch her. His hair had fallen forward, his fringe half-hiding his gleaming eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched. “Certain advantages to… what?” He inserted a long finger into her slick warmth and she bucked, entirely forgetting what she’d wanted to say.

“Want you in me,” she panted. She reached up to grab his shoulders, to bring him down to her, to be covered in his strong, warm body, but he only smiled wider as he captured her wrists and pinned her arms to the ground above her head.

“In me!” she commanded breathlessly, struggling to move and enjoying his game.

“Patience,” he said teasingly. “I like to watch you.”

Her body was cold, covered with goosebumps from the lack of his touch that she so desperately needed; but her core was hot and pulsing. All of the pleasure she felt was concentrated there, contrasting with the rest of her body, which had nothing. When he beckoned inside her passage with his middle finger, she tried to buck her hips as her orgasm approached, but he wouldn’t let her. Instead, he pinned her legs down by crawling over her, pressing his knees into her thighs and restricting her movement even more.

He played with her, stroked her and teased her. He made her feel sensations without her being able to react to temper the feeling. She couldn’t ease the tension by swiveling her hips or maneuvering his finger to a different spot when certain areas became too sensitive. It was unbearable and she growled her frustration.

“Ready?” His smile became lecherous as he leered over her.

“Yessss,” she hissed back at him.

He stroked her long, slow and hard. She tilted her head back, balled her hands into fists and pointed her toes.

He paused.

“Uuuuuggggh!” she moaned in desperation.

Flashing a set of white teeth at her, he stroked again, forcing another guttural moan from her mouth as her climax ripped through her body. Finally, he released her and she bucked her hips while he continued to play with her sensitive nub. She sat up, grabbed the arm that was pleasuring her and growled at him. His eyes took in the expression of primal desire on her face and he smiled with his lips slightly parted.

“I love you like this,” he whispered.

She tackled him, capturing him in an embrace and hitting the ground. They rolled on the grass with their limbs entwined and he tangled his hands in her hair, bringing her down on top of him for a searing kiss. Their tongues battled and their fangs cut each other. She tasted his blood and wanted more. He must have felt the same compulsion because he suddenly snarled and flipped her over onto her back. She hit her head on the ground and he made to thrust into her before she knocked him over again. They wrestled, grabbing at each other's limbs and panting with the exertion of trying to make the other submit.

He flipped her onto her hands and knees, but she grunted and clawed at the ground until she had got herself out from under him. She was just about to turn around when she felt his hand on her leg and he pulled her back while she dragged handfuls of dirt with her. He pinned her down from behind, pressing his body into her and scraping the line of her neck and shoulder with his fangs, drawing blood. She felt hot and sweaty as the muscles of his chest and torso slid back and forth over her shoulder blades, back and buttocks. His hands roughly cupped her breasts and squeezed while she yelled. He growled into her ear and she hissed as he rubbed his prick into the crack of her arse. She pushed backwards, wanting nothing more than for him to take her, but he pinched her nipple hard and rubbed her arse, making her insides clench with want. She needed to be filled and he was still teasing her!

With a shriek of frustration she kicked back and he lost his balance. She rolled them over and straddled him, finally pinning him down and digging her nails into his arms. Hair wild, eyes gleaming, fangs extended, she lifted herself up and sank down onto him. He groaned with satisfaction as she began to gyrate on top of him, and watched her undulate. Her eyes were glowing with desire, and she licked the length of her fang, basking in the heat of his gaze.

“Bite me,” he said, his voice no more than a husky growl.

Wanting to do just that, she smiled, leaned down, and sank her teeth into the flesh of his neck. He half-laughed, half-moaned, and slid his hands up the sides of her thighs to move her hips back and forth along his member. As she sucked his life force and swallowed, her eyes popped open in surprise. When she had fed from him the first time it was during her transformation.

This time, it was different. It was him. She could sense him as she fed. He was inside her; he was all around her. She was completely encased by him and by his presence. She could feel what he was feeling, and it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She was overwhelmed from the coupling of his love and desire for her with what she felt for him.

Oooooooh God!

Her eyes rolled back and she felt her body become limp. She dug her fingers into his upper arms and tried to hold on. Drinking from him felt good. She shuddered, and Draco lifted her pelvis and maneuvered her hips, straining to reach every inch inside of her while she lost herself in the pleasure of being filled by him, by his blood, and by his essence. It wasn’t satisfying a need in the way that feeding from Ron and Harry would have, but it was intimate and sexual. He was giving a piece of himself to her. He was sharing himself with her, and she loved him even more.

All she needed, all she had wanted was to get as much of him inside her as she could, and when she did, she slid up and down his cock, riding him with violent abandon. She wanted to devour him, and was reveling in the feel of the planes and hardness of his body, the touch of his skin, the sound of his pleasure.

With a shuddering gasp, she extracted her fangs from his neck. Leaning back to an upright position, she felt the warm liquid dribble from her mouth, and licked it with her tongue. Draco’s eyes lowered, watching the movement, entranced by her and what she was making him feel. She wanted to give him the same gift. She wanted to give him a piece of herself, to be inside him, to surround him. She couldn’t ever remember feeling so unhinged and free, and yet so connected with another.

“Take from me,” she whimpered. “Please.”

“I will,” he growled.

Swiftly, he sat up, clutching her to his chest. His gaze shifted from her eyes to the juncture of her neck and shoulder again. A half grin slowly spread across his mouth and he pressed his palm to her chest and collarbone, gently but firmly pushing her backwards. She leaned her head back, letting her hair dangle, and allowed herself to be supported by the hand he had placed in the center of her spine. She tightened the grip of her legs around his body and her arms on his shoulders to give herself more support. He pushed her chest towards him and shifted slightly underneath her.

Suddenly, he snarled and struck.

Warmth, wetness, pain, and pleasure, all at once encompassed her left breast and she howled. His fangs pierced her there, and his tongue laved her nipple while he suckled her. Sharp, sudden, and concentrated, desire shot through her body and she shrieked again while he drank from her there.

She writhed and slid on his length while his fingers dug into her back. Her hands threaded into his hair and she clung to his head while she moaned, trying to bring him closer so that he would devour her whole. He grabbed her hip roughly to control her movements, and she allowed him to mold her to his pelvis as he needed her. With each draw of her blood, she felt pleasure and pain, welcoming them both and wanting more. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to be inside him. Bit by bit, she felt the lines of their conscious blur, as if they were becoming one. She could no longer tell where she ended and he began. The love and desire that coursed through her was what she felt for him, and what he felt for her. The intensity of the sensation burnt through her like a flame through paper.

She felt his movements become more forceful, more erratic and her body was jarred from the impact of his penetration each time he sank into her. The hand on her collarbone slid up towards her neck and squeezed slightly, pulling her upright. Draco released her breast with a groan and a shudder before burying his face into her chest, smearing it with the blood on his mouth. Draco turned his head to look up at her, eyes wide with awe, mouth open in wonderment. Time seemed to stand still, and all was quiet.

Suddenly, her orgasm, his orgasm, burst through her like a volcano. She cried out and sobbed and clung to him as stars exploded in front of her eyes. They rocked backwards and forwards, crying together, digging their fingers into each other's flesh. They shuddered and trembled in each other's arms until they could no longer remain upright and fell over onto to their sides, still intimately joined while they rode out the ecstatic rush. Their bodies shook as the last of their feverish climax ebbed. Slowly, slowly, they could finally climb down from their heights, remaining a panting jumble of limbs slick with blood, dirt, sweat, tears, fluid and semen.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

She studied his eyes, which were glassy with tears and vibrant with amazement. His lips were red with her blood, his skin slick with sweat, and his face radiant in his contentment. He looked absolutely…

“Beautiful,” he whispered, brushing a lock of hair out of her face.

Gods.

“You can do that to me forever,” she said, still panting, “if you like.”*

“All right, then,” he said as a roguish grin appeared on his face. “I will.”

She breathed evenly for a few more seconds and then asked, “Did you know it would be like that?”

Wordlessly, he shook his head, looking at her as if she were the only thing that mattered in the world.

Still smiling and catching their breath, the two lay down on the ground, limbs carelessly entwined, and gazed up at the stars. Their contented growling blended in with the chirping crickets.

She traced patterns on his chest, and then caught his fingers, running the pad of her thumb over the bumps of his knuckles. She could stay like this forever with him. She could… she could.

“Draco?”

“Mmm?”

“Thanks for understanding. For helping me through this.”

He brought her in close and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

“Anything.”

Chapter End Notes:

*Taken from the cheesetastic Highlander. (The first and only one worth watching. There can be only one, as the saying goes…)

As an aside, is anyone actually reading these updates? On other sites, I get the occasional review. Here, it's like posting into a black hole. It reminds me of when I was job hunting and sending my resume in electronically.

Anyway... just wondering...
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